Desiccated Queen Anne’s lace
Cornwall Bridge, Connecticut.
We took a hike south on the Appalachian Trail and it runs across a series of fields which in spring were loaded with Queen Anne’s lace (a weed). Those plants remain standing as dried out skeletons.
The fields we walked across next to the Appalachian Trail were farmed for many years. When farmers plow fields, they collect the rocks that come up and toss them onto walls that separate fields. This is one of those walls and these rocks came out of the field behind the rock pile. This is less a wall, more a rock pile that is well over 100 years old.
Cornwall Bridge, Connecticut.
We went on our regular flat hike on the Appalachian Trail from Cornwall Bridge south toward Kent. We passed by a number of fields before the trail hugs the bank of the Housatonic River. The last two fields were completely covered with Queen Anne’s lace. There was so much of it exposure was difficult: the center of the frame was washed out white while the edges were under exposed. Very much like shooting a waterfall on a dark background. Spot metering usually solved this and sometimes creative use of exposure compensation.
All of my macro shots of the structure of this magnificent weed turned out blurred, less from movement in slight breeze, more from the Ricoh’s less than wonderful macro mode which after so many years of struggling with it one would think I’d avoid by now. Sigh.
My flickr contact Nico van Malssen took this great image of Queen Anne’s lace and some pods in The Netherlands.
Macricostas Preserve, Steep Rock. Washington, Connecticut. Returned to this place for a third time in three days, this time to do a longer hike but the Queen Anne’s lace is so tempting I had to make some more images of it.
Macricostas Preserve, Steep Rock. Washington, Connecticut. Went back to the same tall Queen Anne’s lace plant today with 5D and 100mm macro lens both of which I’m out of practice using. I think the shots with deeper focus are better but I somehow liked the shallow depth of field and blur in this one and the detail in the undercarriage of the plant. Best to return again and keep trying.
Today I had a group of great people with me, the new “Steep Rock Photo Club” or whatever we’re going to call it. Fun to get out with a group of nice folks and do some shooting. I hope we continue to meet up.
Macricostas Preserve, Steep Rock. Washington, Connecticut. It was hot but I wanted to see what the Queen Anne’s lace looked like in Macricostas so I took a short walk with small camera and iPhone. Great stuff to shoot, too bad it was so hot I didn’t feel like doing anything. Heat and humidity sucks.
Queen Anne’s Lace with Canon PowerShot S100
Queen Anne’s Lace with iPhone 4S and Instagram
Bee Brook with iPhone 4S and Instagram
1992 Interview with Brian May, lead guitar player of the group Queen about his Red Special guitar that he and his father built from scratch. The “Whammy bar” is made out of one of his mom’s old knitting needles. Perfect.
Below is another interview in 2004. Note Brian’s hair!
Washington, Connecticut. At the start of a short winter hike up to the Pinnacle Dave and I got distracted by Queen Anne’s lace with snow cones on them.
The flip out LCD on the G11 meant that Dave probably didn’t have to break his back for this shot; he could have swiveled it to allow him to stand up strait and use it like a vertical viewfinder.
Fun experimenting with the G11 meter to best catch the plant and the sun going down.
We stayed out on this field shooting plants a bit too long, the temperature dropped fast as the sun went down and after I took this we headed for home.
Washington, Connecticut. I was walking along a mowed area running through a meadow in the Macricostas Preserve of the Steep Rock Land Trust and the Queen Anne’s Lace was so thick I had to stop and attempt a few images. These plants are so spindly that they will not hold still in a light wind. Each time I was about to press the shutter release a nice gentle breeze came up and my subject was gone. I stuck around for thirty minutes just to get a single decent image. The upside of the breeze is that I came home without a single mosquito bite, a record for me.